For themselves I never valued them.

I aimed at a master-fabric, and since I have failed I have now no terrestrial cover." The night had fallen black, but the cabin windows were marvellously patined by stars.

Raleigh's voice had sunk to the hoarse whisper of a man still fevered.

He let his head recline again on the skins and closed his eyelids.

Instantly it became the face of an old and very weary man.
The sailor Jasper Lauval--for so he now spelled his name on the rare occasions when he wrote it--thought he was about to sleep and was rising to withdraw, when Raleigh's eyes opened.
"Stay with me," he commanded.